what are space clothes

Ed stahp
  • S1 Ed: Wow that's a Mr. Penguin, so cool let me befriend you with riddles of foot eggs
  • S2 Ed: Omg let me love you and I will love you until you learn to love yourself also you're not getting those clothes back what is personal space your mommy is dead want some spicy mustard?
  • S3 Ed: Hey thanks for the prison break and the nice suits and giving me a job and feeding me but ugh stop calling me when I'm trying to murder why are you so self centered
  • Me: (ಥ_ಥ)

Seriously, I had no space for my papers and a lot of stuff, so yesterday I decided to sort them out and throw all the crap away. I found so many stuff that I’ll never use, and don’t mean anything to me. By throwing all those out I saved up so much space. Gues what? Now all my papers and notebooks and clothes etc. have their own place + there is free place for new ones as well.

Moreover, I can’t stress the importance of decluttering regarding your productivity. I mean everybody is different, but I find it much easier to concentrate on my important daily tasks in a clean, organized environment.

So, here’s a challenege for you, if you tend to get overly attached to things:
Go to one of your drawers that you can’t put anything into, because it’s so full of crap. Start sorting out all the things that might be useful in the future, put them aside, and throw the rest away. There’s no point in keeping everything and not using them. If you haven’t looked at a sheet of paper, or haven’t worn that shirt in years, chances are you never will.

For the longest time I had the tendency to keep things just because I didn’t wanna throw them away, but now that I got myself to finally do it, I feel so organized, accomplished and to be honest, free.

Just give it a go! Declutter! You won’t regret it. :)

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give me one good reason why gamzee and tavros didnt rap in paradox space. ONE.

I was tagged by the lovely @felposgreen
Thanks

1. How tall are you?
5 6 ish

2. What color and style is your hair? 
Short fluffy pale green hair

3. What color are your eyes? 
Hazel/brown

4. Do you wear glasses? 
Nope

5. Do you have braces? 
Nope

6. What is your fashion sense? 
I wear generally space-themed clothing

7. Do you have any siblings? 
Yes one.

8. What kind of student are you? 
I don’t study, I’m passing purely off luck. I generally make A’s but I only ever do my homework the period before it’s due rip

9. What are your favorite subjects? 
Science probably in general. Psychology and German are my favorite classes this year.

10. What are your favorite TV shows? 
I don’t actually have cable so I generally only watch Netflix sometimes with my partner. We’re watching Star Trek Enterprise right now, sometimes we watch Next Gen, we just finished the whole series of Furturama.

11. Favorite Books? 
I don’t read near often enough ;-; the warrior cats series shaped my life

12. Favorite pastime? 
Tumblr and doing art :D

13. Any regrets? 
Bleh I shouldn’t waste my time on people who obviously don’t want to take time for me :/ or who tell me I’m going to hell lmfaooo

14. What is your dream job?
Either an animator, bee keeper, tattoo artist, or a baker.

15. Do you want to get married?
Yeah

16. Do you want to have kids and how many?
2,3 or 8. No inbetween if I have 4 on mistake I’m going to adopt 4 more.

17. How many countries have you visited? 
This one :(

I tag: @snowbleppard @stopphase @asksockie and anyone who wants to do it!! Or don’t do it it’s cool ^^

Protect, Hakyona fic

Hak clenched his fists as he briskly tore through the entrance of the tent. He paced the perimeter of what little space there was in the clothed enclosure before he sat down at the foot of one of the poles, legs and arms crossed, hair shadowing his face. 

Yoon watched him through the corner of his eye whilst folding the blankets that were left by the four remaining males in their rush to assist their master. Every minute or so, he would hear an irritated clicking of tongue, or a deep sigh accompanied by the rustle of dry hair and clothing. Shaking his head, he quietly shifted the heavy cloth to the side. Getting up, he put a hand on the larger man’s shoulder.

“Raijuu…”

Electric blue eyes flashed in his direction and whatever useless words of comfort dried up in his throat. He swallowed before making his way out of the tent. 

Hak resumed staring at the ground at his feet. Hands made their way through his unruly hair once more, nails digging into his scalp. With teeth clenched and muscles taut, a strangled sound escaped the man. 

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